THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥

"Fuck me like you mad at me baby."
—
Alexa Sinclair

"Shit!" I shrieked, my chest pressing up against the steering wheel.

"Shh baby, just ride it out." Tom whispered, his hand snaking around to my mouth.

My back pressed against his chest, dropping the seat further back. I held onto the wheel, using it to stabilize myself.

He laid back, slowly thrusting his hips into mine. My pussy clenched around his length, multiple orgasms rippling through my chest.

I whimpered his name, my fingertips tracing against the fogged up glass window. He stabilized my hips, a loud groan resurfacing.

"You have to be quiet too." I let out, feeling like I was about to collapse into two.

"We're not going to make the reservation, are we?" His arm wrapped around my stomach, going at a quicker pace. My head constantly grazed the roof of the car, I let my body hang over the wheel, grinding my hips with his.

"I-I don't think so." I shakily responded, sweat reflecting off of my skin, as my hair began to stick to the sides of my face. I feel absolutely fucking wrecked.

"Fuck!" Tom screamed, as a flashlight shined against my car.

I'm so screwed.

I hastily pulled my sundress up over my chest, hearing three knocks on the window.

Tom brought the seat up, as I slowly rolled it down. Okay, Alexa. Stay calm.

I'm going to cry.

The police officer, looked at the both of us, my dress thankfully cascading our lower half.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?" I gulped, quite literally still sitting on my boyfriend's dick.

"This is a parking lot."

I pushed my hair back, hugging around the wheel. I let out a small shrug. "I'm sorry?"

"License and registration?"

I blew out a breath, diving into the center console. I pulled out what he'd asked for.

"You just got this license?" He squinted his eyes at me, suspiciously.

"Ah, yeah, my mom died in a car accident after picking me up from a sleepover. So, it took some time." Am I guilt tripping him?

Maybe.

He glanced at the license plate. "Sinclair huh? Any chance you know of a Joseph Sinclair?"

My eyes widened. "Nope, never heard of that guy." I awkwardly laughed, squeezing onto Tom's thigh. Why does this stuff always happen to me?

I gasped.

"Are you good ma'am?"

No, i'm not. Tom just came, I can feel it.

"I-I um, is that all?" I dug my nails into his forearm, his body relaxing beneath me.

What the actual fuck?